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Why is my blog called Inhuman Swill? Because you can unscramble the pieces to make William Shunn.

Electric Velocipede #12
Most of you probably know of John Klima's excellent-and-getting-better 'zine Electric Velocipede. Or you might have heard of John's acclaimed new anthology Logorrhea: Good Words Make Good Stories. You may even, hope of hopes, know of his Spilt Milk Press chapbook series, the first volume of which featured the work of Ezra Pines, the third of which will feature Robert Freeman Wexler, and the second and nextest of which will be mine all mine, with a Creative Commons–licensed introduction by the redoubtable Cory Doctorow and illustrations by the frabjous Mattias Adolfsson.

In any event, the 'zine that started it all, Electric Velocipede, needs your help! I say this not because three of my own stories have appeared therein (with another on the way), but because the magazine is so consistently good. John, who slipped me a copy of the grainy, cheap, delightful first issue at a drunken party at a con many years ago and who has been making it an ever-higher quality publication ever since, wants to do even more to make EV and Spilt Milk Press better. And to do that requires support.

I won't keep talking your ear off about it. I will let John do that. But I will report that I believe in his projects enough to have ordered up a "Benefactor Patronage" level subscription for myself. (And lest we be unclear, this came long, long after John asked me to do a chapbook with him. I'm eager to see all the other things he's going to do.) A mere hundred clams gets you EV plus all chapbooks forever! How awesome is that!

Of course, a regular subscription would be pretty awesome too. Dip your toe in the water before diving in and all that.

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Never again

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The never-agains are starting to come thick and fast. I realized already that I may have eaten at our favorite Greek restaurant, Aliada, for the last time. But just now I realized that I will never again buy a 30-day MetroCard.

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Language with a thud

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The website for Rise: Blood Hunter proudly proclaims:

From The Producers of The "The Grudge" Franchise
Read that out loud. I dare you.
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Yet another pet peeve...

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     when someone says "tenant" but means "tenet." A tenant is an inhabitant. A tenet is a principle.

The building's tenants adhered to the tenets of Zoroastrianism.
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In more news for New York SF fans, check out the HBO Bryant Park Summer Film Festival schedule and start planning your picnic for June 25th.

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King Kong Radio Theatre
If you're a New York science fiction fan, you have no excuse. You know where the theater is already. It's the Red Room, and it's upstairs from KGB, home of the KGB Fantastic Fiction reading series. In fact, if you've been to a reading at KGB, you've probably heard stamping feet or caber tossing or whatever it is they do up there that makes so much noise.

But now I'm urging you to grab some tickets and hie thyself to the Red Room Thursday through Sunday until June 10th for 75 minutes of radio drama you won't soon forget. The show on tap is RadioTheatre's KING KONG, but rather than describe it for you here, I'll simply point you toward my review at Sci Fi Weekly:

King Kong An off-off-Broadway production brings the Eighth Wonder of the World to the most intimate stage of them all—the stage of the mind.  [review]
If you love King Kong, radio drama, or both, you need to treat yourself to this show. As an accidental booster of genre theater in New York City, I want to see it again myself, though with moving preparations it's not clear that I'll have time.

Oh, and mark your calendars for this fall, when RadioTheatre presents its H.G. Wells Science Fiction Festival! I'm going to have to try to come back to town for that one.

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My weekend in Baltimore

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My weekend in Baltimore got off to a portentous start Friday afternoon when, after having dragged my luggage seven or eight blocks from the train station, the woman at the Thrifty rental counter told me I would not be able to return my pre-reserved car to that location on Monday owing to their closure for the Memorial Day holiday. I would have to return it Tuesday or else take it to their BWI Airport location instead.

I grumbled, but I didn't have much recourse.

When I reached my hotel in Cockeysville, a mile or two from the con, and hauled my bags to my room, I found the door to my room standing open. I called the front desk and insisted that I be moved to another room. "Yes," I said, "I'm sure you're right, it was just a mistake made by housekeeping, but I still want a new room. I've lived in New York City for twelve years. I'm a little paranoid about things like that."

I hung out in my new room until late in the evening, working on a review that was due to Sci Fi Weekly. I made my 10:00 pm panel ("Liar's Panel on How to Get Published") fine, and had a good time, but had to get back to the hotel to finish my review before bed. On the way I stopped at a Giant supermarket to pick up some beer. Since I would be driving back and forth to the con I didn't figure on doing any drinking there, but I definitely wanted a few cold ones in the fridge in my suite for the end of each day. What I learned at the supermarket is that beer is only sold in liquor stores in Maryland—and the liquor stores were all closed. I did manage to purchase a few apples, though.

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I wonder how long before the Times catches the error in the first paragraph of its current story "Andy Roddick Crashes Out of French Open":

To figure out how Andy Roddick was fairing in his first-round match of the French Open tennis tournament today, spectators did not have to see the score.
I'm hoping it's quickly.
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ShunnCast #47

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Epidode #47 of "ShunnCast" is now available, in which Bill reflects on sex and the modern Mormon missionary, with illustrations from his own post-Canada mission service. Live from Balticon, more or less!

See also [info]shunncast.

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Not BitterCon—Balticon!

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I have arrived in Baltimore and landed safely at my hotel, after all sorts of travel- and hotel-related weirdnesses. (I hope these don't set the tone for the weekend.) I am holed up in my room now to write a theater review that needs to be done tonight, and then I will head to the con for my 10 pm panel.

My room is a suite with a full-size fridge! Oh, with what shall I stock it...?

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